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radio-fmm · 3 months ago

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Heart’s Duty pt.3

Prince!Sanji x Knight!reader

or... Ok but Prince!Sanji not aware that his knight is in fact a woman?

@queen-of-elves

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

You never imagined a life after being a knight. Always thought you’d die on the battlefield, or protecting the crown

You’d pictured it, bowing out heroically, sword in hand and relief knowing you had taken care of your family, dying with a purpose.

“Well shit” —you carrying all your belongings trough the castle’s entrance was not part of that picture

Anxiety washes over you at the harsh realization that your old life awaits you, unchanged. It isn’t even clear to you if you’ll even walk into your home again, running away sounded more viable than having to build a sad explanation for you arriving in the middle of the busy morning.

You didn’t even bother saying goodbye to the prince… another sharp feeling hits you, this one’s different, almost regretful as you imagine Sanji without you. Who would stand up for him? Who would take him on his walks or test taste his amazing culinary creations?… who would be there for him like you always had, hell, who would be there for you?

You shake your head as you try and dissolve the feeling, you can’t think of the prince that way! He is destined to marry royalty and you? You were below no one. You were a coward that was running away from the consequences of her actions.

On the bright side, this was better than whatever hell was awaiting you inside that castle, and best believe hell was breaking loose.

Every server that has been lucky enough to tend to Prince Sanji would describe him as kind, caring and generous. But right now he was unrecognizable

Not in all his years has Sanji ever thrown a tantrum, so looking at a man from his status breaking furniture and cursing at every soul crossing his path was odd… and frightening

Marshal Zoro stands beside the room’s door, speechless as the prince unleashes his frustration, every curse on the book and some more being screamed into the thin walls, redness of frustration blooming on his skin

“Your highness, you need to calm down-“ Sanji’s breath was loud, it echoed through the room as he tried to find some semblance of control. He probably scared you off didn’t he? Dammit he should’ve been more careful with his words… what if he made you uncomfortable? Oh gods he wishes he didn’t he wouldn’t be able to live with himself

Marshal Zoro’s voice rings in his ears, he didn’t care to explain the situation to anyone he just knew he needed to find you, the thought of you walking alone around the kingdom’s streets without a thing to your name made him shiver, he should’ve known better

Every second spend spiraling is a chance to find you lost. He fixes his posture, standing tall with determination, his mind clears. He makes a bee line to the door, long strides across the room before a bulky hand makes him halt

“Your highness, you know we can’t allow you stepping outside the castle unprompted” Zoro´s tone would make anyone stop on their tracks, but not today, not when you are at stake

“You are dismissed” theres a finality on the prince’s demand, and certain haste that confuses Zoro further

Of course he doesn’t move an inch, eyes set straight forward while a silence settles uncomfortably

“I won’t repeat myself”

Something between Zoro wanted to answer that he in fact doesn’t follow his orders, he follows the king’s, but a glance at the prince’s eyes, and at the situation at hand makes him settle for another answer- “It would be better for our benefit if your highness shares whatever the trouble is rather than run away like a headless chicken” Underneath his condescence was genuine curiosity, Sanji battles with himself before he settles for backing away. For the record Sanji could tell the marshal what went down and the dangers that may ensue if he decides to stay, but he doesn’t, because he would never invade a lady’s privacy, ever

“Fine, I’ll stay”

Or did he?,

You see Sanji was no fool, he knew that Marshal Zoro was an important asset to his father, his position demanding long hours of work and dedication that would eventually draw him away for the task (him) that he was currently stuck in, so, ever the patient man, awaits the inevitable call from the squire to act his scape rather swiftly. Between change of positions between the marshal and whatever stupid knight assigned him was, Sanji scurries away unnoticed trough the castle’s window, even if it ended in him falling rather ungracefully on a rose bush.

Without missing any more time, he dodges guards and housekeepers with a practiced ease that you had mastered with the prince on the many times you allowed him to step outside the castle without permission, he finally makes it to the door.

The streets are bustling with vendors, eager shoppers and late breakfast, a warmth would usually fuel the prince at such display of his people enjoying their days, but right now he can only think of you. With nothing but the memory of your face he hopes to find you safe and sound, open to listen to his hearts desires and ready to comeback to the castle where he can enjoy your company once again. He mingles between the people but it doesn’t take long for people’s head s to turn and whispers to fall behind his step. As he made a halt in front of a fruit stand to just politely ask the lady if he had seen someone with your description, someone’s shoulders makes him loose balance

“Well what do we have here!-”

Shit

“-what have we done to deserve the presence of our majesty?!” The bustle of the people quiets, and Sanji feels the spotlight blind his eyes, 3 men circle him, clearly bad intentions written all over them, he should’ve planned this through…

“Please!-“ he picks up his voice so that the people around can hear ”-don’t mind me, continue with your day!”

“Are you deaf? am I not deserving of your attention?” The same man that bumped into him strides forward, menacing as he tries to clearly break a fight; the prince remains calm, clearly not wanting a commotion that could draw the attention of the kingdoms patrol that could retrieve him back, not when he hadn’t even got a lead to your whereabouts. He steps backwards thinking of a response that could simmer the anger being directed his way but tumbles with another man behind him, cornering him immediately without a window to run.

Shit

Before the man can even lay a hand on the prince, a sharp sword flashes before his eyes and stops the pocket knife that he clearly had no clue the man had uncovered

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” the sweet voice that reaches Sanji’s ears make him turn surely giving him whiplash

It’s you

Masterlist

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fluidstatick · 6 months ago

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Balloon SMP is like a baby alligator clamped onto my brain stem, and the more I watch of it the more heartwrenching it gets. This shit is Rashomon from thirty six different angles and I'm sick with grief over these characters, man.

I've gotten to the part of Kuu's perspective of the SMP that's just completely smashed my heart. Having seen Sophie and Robby's VODs already, I wasn't expecting this angle to hurt Even More, but "This is not happening" (the first day of the final week) is so frustrating and sad.

Robby's angle of this day annoyed me, because they left Bee and Char at the citadel and went to fetch Kuu, who explicitly had been shut out of the meeting, then fucked off to work on milk automation. I kept muttering "come on, bro, this shit is important."

Seeing Kuu's perspective wasn't irritating; it just crushed me emotionally. Bailey talking about the dubious power of mob spawners until Kuu walks into the citadel. Swindy, Katy, Claire and Marc gently and repeatedly saying that everyone should treat the blue balloon with respect and compassion. Bee trying to bolster their message of compassion and respect, getting repeatedly interrupted, her face growing sadder and sadder until she can't find words anymore. Gandalf hinting, not so subtly, that he's an avatar of the blue balloon. Jame harping on weapons and armor and preparedness. Gibson scolding people for trying to be diplomatic and humane. Beepers and Buggle giggling and sniping and arguing with everyone. Through all this, the desperate recognition between Kuu and Gandalf builds and tapers off - They're brothers in this struggle, and they're fighting for Love World, but nobody trusts either of them.

Someone in Kuu's chat wrote "Heal-ium" at one point. I mentioned that in a previous post; Sophie was wrong. The red stuff isn't death, it's rejuvenation, recuperation, respite. When players die, they return with fewer hearts - not because they're being punished, but because they're being asked to rest. "You're fragile, mortal creatures. protect one another, avoid violence, feed each other." All of Gandalf's mini quests involved telling people to bring him food, and he would often give people food in return if they indulged him. If everyone had gathered in the same place, and let Kuu place the healium above a high traffic, comfortable area - the roof of the citadel, Socks' poker den / tv hole, Normie's kitchen, Frog Village - the red balloons could feed the blue balloon and nurse it back to health while everyone enjoys each other's company.

Bee kept returning from death with ten hearts partially because their first few deaths were glitches, but I imagine it was also a message - Bee was never the aggressor in conflicts, and trusted the people around them to be gentle and humane. I imagine Headless!Bee was a hint to protect the vulnerable and confused, and Miku!Bee with four hearts was a huge neon sign - You humanoida creatures like this Miku, don't you? We've made your RenoBee into Miku. Listen to them, love them, protect them, let them lead you.

Wherever the most players were gathered, a huge influx of balloons showed up. When people had spawner parties, and didn't crouch in fear, nothing bad happened - everyone got stronger. Sophie being strong didn't give her an advantage. She could solo dungeons without a problem, but her solitude made her suspicious. She hated Gandalf, and hated the balloons, but the doppelgangers were peaceful. Not!Bailey was kind until Sophie expressed fear and agression. Her own doppelganger warned her that she didn't have much time, but she needed to learn to trust. Sophie doubled down on fear and agression, so balloons stopped showing up at Team E.

We could've had love world.

It pisses me off how deeply moved I am by the archives of a damn rtvs adjacent hardcore minecraft server. I was expecting shenanigans and bits and silly improv decisions, and I got those, but I wasn't expecting anger, fear, despair, hope, tenderness, and Real Tears.

Sophie cried. Robby cried. Kuu cried. Ausk and Bee and Socks and I can only imagine how many others. This shit is Sad, and it didn't need to be, and it's a frustrating mirror of how the world works, how it could work if humanity understood how interconnected we are.

#im. sad.#blsmp #blsmp spoilers #balloon smp #balloon smp spoilers

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celestiaras · 1 year ago

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ surrounded by stone ]❜

ft. yu. q wilson x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ while out exploring with wilson, you find yourselves trapped in a 1x1 hole with no tools to escape┊2.6k words

contains: smut!! switch wilson, reader┊takes place on a hardcore krisis server, reader is a member of krisis & shorter than wilson, minecraft mechanics, forced proximity & awkward sexual situations, begging & some teasing, mutual masturbation (fingering & handjobs), willy overthinking & being cute, implied polykrisis at the very end, his clothing actually might be innaccurate idk how all that works from the reference sheet, very very rushed ending

➤ author's note: i love this picture of willy, he looks so cute and shocked. i really went back and forth about how to go about this piece, but i hope that the finished product is okay!! this piece was long overdue and should have been finished months ago…

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ dedicated to the wonderful @vezalust, i didn’t forget!! i just struggled with motivation, but it’s finally done & i hope you’ll still enjoy despite how long it’s been since i promised it!!

“AHHHHHH FUCK GET ME OUT OF HERE!!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU ARE TOO CLOSE TO MY EARS FOR THIS!”

this was just supposed to be a simple adventuring trip to map out new territory and gather the necessary resources to progress through the world, but it all went horribly due to rotten luck. really, what are the chances of discovering three zombie spawners within a hundred blocks of each other? finding something like that would be next to impossible and would even be a great find for an experience farm if you were well-equipped, but unfortunately for you, it wasn’t as impossible as fighting off such a large wave of the undead. even if you two were heroes, you only had iron tools and partial armor and getting swarmed by the horde made combat extremely difficult. the rest was a blur, running around like headless chickens and blindly swinging at enemies that got too close while screaming various swear words.

by the time all of the action, you found yourselves trapped in a one-by-one crevice that wasn’t even tall enough for him to stand up straight, making him slouch so that he wouldn’t bump his head on the ceiling. since neither of you could get close enough to light up the dungeons, you resorted to digging into the side of the cave wall instead and wilson followed you as he placed blocks behind him to shut them out… except he wasn’t looking in your direction, continued until he backed up into you and realized that you were both stuck.

your tools were one block away from crumbling in your hands and you frantically began to search through your inventory, looking for something to fix your pickaxe with or to make a new one entirely, but it was just filled with treasures you gathered up to this point. truly, you were blinded by greed to collect new riches and completely forgot to grab extra essentials like wood. (although now that you think of it, you would need to break at least two blocks to place a crafting table and work on it, such an unimportant thing that is now inconceivable to get out of this cave.) “wilson… please tell me that you still have your pick on you…”

“so i… uh…” with how close you were to him, you could hear him gulp and shuffle around to tug on his collar. “i sort of freaked out and… threw it at a zombie… with my phone too… i don’t have any crafting materials either…”

your device lit up the dark space as you squinted and quickly sent the other two your coordinates, but it died in your hands before you could send the text explaining what happened. “well… it looks like we’re stuck here until vanta and zali wake up since it’s way past midnight,” you groaned. “we told them that we would be back in the morning, so they’ll probably figure out that we’re lost and will look for us then…”

the rough wall of stone was nothing if not uncomfortable to lean against, but you were barely a few inches away from the blonde with your hips still pressed together despite your best efforts to give the other a shred of personal space. it was getting uncomfortably warm from the shared body heat and you could only imagine how hot wilson must be getting in his hoodie, but the stifling silence was honestly a worse fate.

krisis have known each other for a little over a year and were one of the tightest-knit groups, yet here you and the hitman stood like complete strangers stuck in an elevator. it’s safe to say that neither of you could get a second of rest like this despite the long day of traversing uncharted lands, so this awkward position would remain until you two were saved. the idea of starting a conversation crossed your mind but was quickly crushed by the possibility of it falling off and making everything worse, so you decided to just keep your mouth shut and sort through your inventory.

although it had only been a day, the loot piled up in your pockets was impressive now that you were properly tallying it up with stacks of iron and dozens of various gems of ores— this would certainly be able to gear the team to travel across the fiery nether once ready and might even help go towards finding the end portal. you could already picture the gang full-clad in shiny diamond armor with the slain ender dragon at your feet, but maybe you were getting a bit ahead of yourself. for now, building a proper home and creating the gateway to what was essentially hell would be massive accomplishments.

you paused for a moment when you felt wilson shuffling around and realized that his breathing had steadily been getting heavier. peeking over your inventory screen with eyes that were now more adjusted to the dark, you could faintly see him biting onto the thick fabric of his outerwear’s hood. he seemed to be trying to suppress himself in a way, but was struggling terribly and sweating like a sinner in church even though you two had been still for nearly an hour. you tilted your head in concern, “wilson… are you alright? did you injure yourself earlier?”

“i-i’m fine… just…” he let out a shaky breath, his ears burning with embarrassment as he hoped to whatever god there was out there that you haven’t noticed anything. “could you m-move your leg?”

“oh, sorry! wait, let me…” you tried your best to scoot away from him, but the space was so tight that there wasn’t anywhere to escape you. pushing your hand against the course-textured ceiling, an attempt was made to push yourself back from his personal space, but to no avail.

all this while, wilson felt like he was going to explode. yes, he didn't want to realize that he had a raging hard-on— who would be able to bear the humiliation when he couldn’t run away from the situation? however, oh god, your lack of awareness was going to be the death of him, he really needed you to stop unknowingly rubbing your thigh against his crotch and making the problem worse. he’s so fucked (as vanta would say, he’s so cooked that he’s fried a crispy golden brown). what kind of depraved pervert he is getting a boner from being so close to one of his friends— you were never going to talk to him again after this if you find out!

he didn’t want it to happen this way, he wanted to confess his feelings to you in a proper way like a gentleman and go on a few dates before hopping onto anything like this. to jump onto you like a dog in heat before you even know about his feelings was so humiliating and would definitely dash any of his hopes of ending up with you because of how pathetic he was, but he wasn’t in the right mindset to think any more than a minute into the future. “i-i’m sorry…”

before you could ask him what he was talking about, you felt him cup your face in his hands and pull you towards him for a hungry kiss. your eyes widened at the sudden action, feeling him kiss you like a parched man wandering a desert finding an oasis. once you felt the prominent bulge protruding from his pants, you didn’t cringe in disgust like a normal person but rather became dizzy with want. you didn’t start this with any sinful intentions, however, you certainly weren’t going to take it back and reject the advances of someone you’ve fancied since the very beginning.

his hands wandered around your body, tracing over your skin and leaning into your warmth as his tongue darted out to explore your mouth. you couldn’t see a thing, but it only heightened your other senses from the vague smell of his cologne mixed with sweat and the heat burning in his fingertips. it felt unreal, the lines of reality and dreams getting blurred with every passing second. you didn’t want it to end nor did you want him to stop, you just wanted him to ease the aching pain in your cunt and to kiss you like it meant everything to him.

it did mean everything to him, but he was just too horny to focus on the sentimentalities that he was robbing your first time together of in a lust-induced haze.

he parted his lips from yours first, resting his forehead on yours and trying to catch his breath, yet continuing to press kisses onto you in shorter, more frequent intervals. he held you so close to him, it was almost like he was about to implode if he didn’t have his way with you right now, pleading and whining like a little puppy for your permission to escalate the situation further to chase his own high and hopefully yours too. a simple nod would suffice, anything would suffice, and hearing your soft pleas was more than enough to knock over the already tipped scales.

in his rush, he didn’t even bother to try taking off your top. he would only pop off the buttons by accident and ruin the garment without light or night vision of any sort to see just how beautiful your naked-upper form was, so there wasn’t much reason to do so. he would just have to make do with his vivid imagination reinforced by his other senses until next time (if you decided that you would still associate with him after this, that is…), running his hand over your naked skin and gently groping your soft chest. he’s so clumsy in his movements, like a high school boy who is going through his first time with another, but it really just a result of nerves from his affection for you.

you grabbed his wrist to stop him in the act, making him flinch in worry that he did something wrong, but you led it to where you wanted him most. “please,” you breathed, “i know we’re gonna be stuck here for a while, but i need you now.”

oh, if only you could see the expression on his face, you would tease him so badly for it! he just had to blink a few times to process that and got to work, pulling down your pants along with your underwear to finally access your heat. his throat became dry as the overwhelming desire to have you on his mouth and to taste your arousal washed over him, but there wasn’t enough room for him to kneel even if your legs were tossed over his shoulders, so he could have to settle for the next best thing as he circled your clit with his thumb and adding more pressure when you asked him to press on it harder.

“mmhh, fuck…” you threw your head back at his fingers beginning to work you open, slow at first, but steadily became erratic as you wrapped your arms around his neck to cling onto him. he seemed so shy about doing this despite initiating all of this, but hearing your cute little moans of pleasure gave him more confidence about his actions. your hands slipped under the material of his hoodie and managed to find the zipper of his bodysuit, capturing the metal between your fingertips and undoing it before he could notice until the fabric fell a bit below his waist.

he isn’t very built and on the slimmer side since his job is more reliant on speed and agility rather than strength, but you felt as if it balanced the playing field for you to have an equal opportunity to dominate him as he could with you. you traced a line down his torso and pulled at the elastic of his boxers, his breath hitching as your wrapped your fingers around his throbbing cock and experimentally started to jerk him off. if he wasn’t already, he was now putty in your hands and immediately bucked his hips into your hand in an almost desperate state while the pace of his fingers faltered.

you couldn’t help but smirk at his state just from your touch and tease him for it, “god, you’re so needy— how long have you been waiting for something like this to happen?”

he couldn’t keep his voice still and kept stuttering, how could he sound any different when you were stroking him so sweetly like that? “i-i don’t even know—mmhh— it feels like f-forever…”

forever almost seemed to be laughable since it’s just been a year and a few months since you first met, but it really does feel like it’s been much longer than that. there’s always been chemistry between the two of you which was a bit stronger than the other members, one that always had you gravitating towards the other. you frequently got teased by vanta and zali over this special connection several times and had no doubt that wilson went through the same treatment, now realizing that they probably thought something like this where hidden affections boiled over should have happened earlier.

he was dripping so much that lube wasn’t even necessary, your hand able to slide up and down his cock with ease repeating the motions: massaging his shaft while running your thumb over the leaking tip and smiling whenever he let out a soft whine as the building pleasure released all over your hand. he would have been more embarrassed about climaxing so quickly and easily if he hadn’t already diverted his focus on making you do the same.

his fingers were still halfway inside of you from before, but you still gasped when he resumed his relentless pace like he had never stopped at all and igniting fire under your skin as you clung onto his shoulders. wilson isn’t the most experienced, but he quickly learns what feels best to you based on how loud you’re being: what makes you go quiet versus what makes you shudder and gasp until you finally gush on his fingers.

as the rush of euphoria reached it’s peak then began to settle, you briefly thanked this blocky world for not listening to the rules of your dimension and that this tiny little space somehow contained enough oxygen to last for forever seeing as both of you were completely out of breath. your bodies were sweaty and a bit overheated, but it somehow felt fine since it all happened with him. “let’s just… stay like this for a bit… i’m so tired, and this feels so nice,” you sighed as a spell of fatigue suddenly swept over the two of you, leaning into his chest and letting him wrap his arms around you while relishing in the sound of his rapid heartbeat.

“so, uh… does this mean we’re dating now?” he no longer felt scared that his feelings would be unrequited, knowing that you felt same (he would have to ask later how long it’s been…).

“yeah,” you said without hesitation and placing a more loving kiss on his lips before falling asleep, “we are…” the two of you remained like that for long after the sun rose, not even realizing when your other two teammates exposed you to the light after digging you both up. it didn’t require a rocket scientist to figure out what happened over the past six hours based on the mostly nude state of your unconscious bodies, giving them a good chuckle, something to bully both of you eternally over, and a new awakening of desire that wanted to join in on the fun lit inside of them.

#📜. her works #yu q wilson #yu q wilson x reader #yu q wilson smut #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji smut #krisis #krisis x reader #krisis smut #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en smut

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paradoxicalli · 13 days ago

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Geminislay in Gotham Part 1: Is it really murder if they started it?

Gem didnt know how she got here. One moment she was gathering resources for her season 10 base expansion, the next she was POOFED into a random, grimy back alley that would put even the darkest corner of the Goblin Empire to shame.

“What the- oh!”

She was also being cornered by four angry looking guys with guns.

“Okay…hey dude. Whatcha guys doin’?”

They glanced at each other and glared at her.

“The hell did she come from?”

They raised their guns. Gem glared and drew her sword and shield. She took a defensive stance. She didnt know what was happening, or who these people were, but they didnt look like they were playing nice.

“Does it matter? Get rid of her, she’s in the way.”

Oh, I’ll show you in the way.

This was a free-shift server. She let her redlife skin wash over her.

“Wait! Stop!”

“What the-“

Gem darted to the man on her far right. She raised her shield to knock the barrel of his gun away from her and whipped the edge of her sword across his neck. He dropped the gun to claw at his slashed artery. Gem kicked it out of the way.

She rushed the next closest guy, this time shoving his gun upwards with her shield while still blocking shots from the others. She stabbed him, but he had the audacity to fall before she could retract her sword from his stomach.

No matter, she drew her axe from her inventory…

“The fuck-“

“She’s meta!”

…and slammed a crit into the third mans chest cavity. The last man fired until his gun clicked uselessly. He scrambled to reload.

“Come on, dont tell me you’re out of arrows.” Gem teased.

“STOP!”

Gem cleanly beheaded the man. His headless body collapsed, and she caught sight of the person behind him who had shouted from the entrance of the alley.

“What are you doing?”

He looked a few years younger than her. He held a bo staff. He was wearing a pretty cool outfit, black with a red vest and a cape. He had short, straight black hair parted down the middle. His eyes were hidden behind a domino mask.

And he had her trapped in the alleyway. Gem didnt trust his calm demeanor, but she shifted back to her season ten skin. She switched her axe for her Loyalty III trident, clearly ready to throw it at a moments notice.

“I was defending myself. Honestly, who just points a gun at someone they just met?”

The boy didn’t say anything. He looked down the tip of her trident and let the irony set in.

“Look, Im not gonna hurt you.” Gem paused. She spun her trident out of the overhead throwing grip. It swooshed through the air as she planted the nonlethal end into the ground. It landed with an intimidating thunk.

“Who are you?” He asked.

Gem glanced down at the bodies and giggled. Weird that they havent despawned yet.

“Well, I guess now you can call me Geminislay.”

“…Okay. Are you a meta?”

“I- no? Whats a meta?”

He looked shocked. “A person with like, superpowers. Or something.”

Gem thought for a moment. “Oh! Like Tango?”

“What do tangos have to do with anything?”

“He’s a really nice blaze hybrid, you probably dont know him. There was one time Jimmy kissed him on the cheek and he nearly burned down my house.”

The boy smoothly masked his confusion. “Yeah, like that.”

“Nope! I dont have anything like that.”

His eyes narrowed. “You can change your appearance at will and pull weapons from thin air.”

“Uh yeah? Cant you?”

He didnt answer. “What are your intensions in Gotham?”

“I dont know! I’m honestly just trying to chill, but these guys really seem to have a problem with that!”

“So you decided to murder them!?”

Gem shrugged. “Yup. I mean they’ll res-“ wait a minute, the bodies havent despawned yet. She looked at her hearts, realizing for the first time that they were hardcore colored. “Oh dont tell me there’s a life gimmick here.”

“Um, excuse me?”

Maybe it was like X life or secret life. Really, any of the life series gimmicks could be bad. Hell, with the way they were acting it could even be like lifesteal. “How many hearts do you have?”

“One?”

Gem gawked at him. “Holy- oh my god dude!” Gem chucked a piece of bread at him. He caught it, looking thoroughly confused. “You’re like, one stubbed toe away from dying! Tell me you can at least regen!”

“I dont know what you-“

Footsteps approached them. They both stiffened. The boy turned so his back was to the wall, facing the footsteps but not turning his back on her.

“The fuck is taking you so long?” Said the man who entered the alley. He froze, and then smirked upon seeing the boy. “Well well well, what do we have here? A little birdie.” He glanced at Gem. “And you found a friend.”

Mystery boy raised his staff. “Leave her alone if you know whats good for you.” Well that was kinda nice. Unnecessary, but nice.

“Fine. We’ll let your little friend live, as long as you come quietly. I bet the Joker’s gonna pay reeeaaal well for a new Robin to play with.”

The boy just barely tensed. The comment clearly put him on edge, and he looked ready to attack. Gem decided she had seen enough. She launched her trident into the mans skull, probably piercing a few inches through to the other side. The boy’s eyes followed it, whirling back to her as it returned.

“What was THAT for!?”

“Dude are you crazy? You have ONE HEART!”

“Yeah, and it works perfectly fine!”

“A slime could probably take you out right now, you have one heart.”

He rolled his eyes. She couldnt see, but she could tell.

“Well how many hearts do you have?”

“Ten! Like how you’re supposed to.”

He sighed. “Okay pause. Where are you from?”

Gem blinked. “I’m from Hermitcraft. But I’m not sure where exactly here is. Do you guys have access to a server hub? I was kinda in the middle of something before I got teleported over here.”

“No, we dont have whatever that is, but I need to arrest you.”

“Do you really need to though?”

“You murdered five people in front of me!”

“Im sorry, I was defending myself! Honestly, GOD FORBID women have hobbies.”

He sighed and tapped an earpiece. “This is Red Robin, I have a powered individual who killed five people in less than five minutes. Requesting backup.” He looked back at her.

“Either you come with us and answer our questions, or we take you by force.”

Gem considered her options. She was still trapped in an alleyway, so getting out on foot wasnt an option. And this Red Robin guy had seemed ready to throw down to protect her, so she didnt really want to hurt him. That left two options: up, and down. She could pull out her pickax, but digging straight down was a bad idea to begin with, and he would probably just follow her. So her only option was up. She cursed herself for wearing her chestplate instead of her elytra.

Well, that wasnt a difficult issue to solve.

“I’ll pass, thanks.” She effortlessly shifted into Princess Gem of Dawn, spread her Monarch wings and flew out of the alley.

She saw a few more masked people trying to follow her as she made her escape. They were fast, but her wings were faster. One she lost them, she shifted into a very different skin model, which was her most subtle look. She had much shorter straight red hair and a white jacket. A flashlight was perched on her shoulder. Gemma Taylor, GIGS crew ghost hunter.

PART 1.5 :Tim developes a healthy fear of tridents (Part 1 with a bonus scene from Tim’s perspective) https://www.tumblr.com/paradoxicalli/786365272183472128/geminislay-in-gotham-part-2?source=share

Part 2: The murderer is a friendly cottage core bookworm https://www.tumblr.com/paradoxicalli/786719029778841600/geminislay-in-gotham?source=share

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fanterfane · 9 months ago

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Dullahan Diplomacy! (Tina)

Alex was getting fed up with this headless woman. First she stole his head, then she started playing with it! Ignoring his pleas for her to stop, all Alex could do was mutter and complain to himself... Until suddenly his head was shoved onto new shoulders! This sequence was based on an old post by one of my artist friends, DaFuze! He recently deleted his Deviantart gallery, but I think you can still find it in some places! Here's a link to it on Hypnohub! (https://hypnohub.net/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=48381) This is one of the finished versions a YCH auction I did earlier this year! I had a lot of fun working on it! I view it kind of as a spiritual successor to dullahan dilemma. I've always been fascinated by the concept of head swapping and head stealing and symbiosis so, this exemplifies those ideas for me! I hope you all enjoyed it!

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blueishspace · 10 months ago

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Looped sun 4

Loop #127

Scar and Scott were admiring the view of 20 hermits running around like headless chickens while wearing dragon heads.

Scott: What did Grian do this time?

Scar: Oh you know...

Scott: I don't.

Scar: Started a game of demise...and then put curse of binding dragon heads on them while they were sleeping.

Scott: Oh. Hmmm... do you think he can do that in 3rd Life or something-

Grian: Why didn't I think of that!?!! Also, hi Scott.

Loop #130

Scar: Grian come with me!

Grian: Wha-

Scar: No time!

Scar tears Grian way just as a zombie tries to get a swing on him.

Grian: Scar what's going on!?

Scar: It's a crafting dead loop!

Grian: Well then.

Loop #134

Scott: Scar you look happy today.

Grian: It's his last loop, he had a rollercoaster tycoon loop.

Scott: Guessing because of Scarland?

Grian: I mean probably.

Scar: Do you want to see the theme park?

Scott: ... I mean sure but how?

Scar: I put it in my susbpace.

Scott: Subspace?

Grian: You did what!?!

Scar: Yeah! I do that with every theme park I make so I can combine them into one mega theme park!

Loop #136

It took Grian 2 days to realize something was wrong, it took him a week to realize what exactly it was and an additional day to think about how much he hated the world tree sometimes.

Grian: Of course this had to happen.

Scar: Uh?

Grian: Scar? Is the sun big?

Loop #141

The server was corrupted, covered in mycelium and mushrooms. X had tried his best but he too couldn't defeat the mushroom menace...and there...the cause of it smiled wickedly...

X: Who are-

Only to be interrupted by Scar.

Scar: How did you do this!?!

Grian: Had a MHA loop, looped as Kinoko. It's an op quirk really.

Scar: Oohhh, carry on then.

X: W-what are the two you talking about?

Loop #143

Scott: You know , eventually this loop will end.

Grian: Yeah? The tree isn't going to be broken forever.

Scott: In maybe billions or trillions or maybe more years... what will we be like?

Scar: I- uh. I never really tought about it.

Grian: Very different probably, I'd hate to stagnate.

Scott: I mean, Scar you are a demigod now and Grian is already a full on god!

Grian: Titan-

Scott: Details. And we have been looping just more then 100 times! What will happen in the next whoknowsillions of loops?

Scar: I-...

Scott: I'm just...scared.

Loop #145

Grian: No Scar, I'm not going full sun titan at the boat boys just because they burnt your pandas.

Scar: Please?

Grian: No

Scar: Pleeeeaaaase?

Grian: No.

Scar: Please please please please please?

Grian: ... I'll do it... but not full full I'm not vaporizing anyone this time.

Scar: ... I'll take it!

Loop #148

It was Double Life this time... Wait what? Double Life again? Pearl couldn't understand how or why. Why would she of all people be sent back to Double Life? She wasn't going to waste this or anything but it was still confusing.

Scott didn't get it, Double Life started like normal and then Pearl joined in... That never really happened before but it could have been explained by a variant. Then she wasn't surprised when they discovered that they were soulbound or when Jimmy and Tango died.

Scott was acting really weird, he would just look at Pearl without reason. And he acted so... Bored? Pearl couldn't put her finger on it but something was off.

Scott really needed to know what was going trough Pearl's head, she just annhilated all their enemies... This was so so so weird...

Pearl was frozen, it was just her and Scott again, was he going to blow himself up again? She knew it was a game but it wasn't very plesant the first time around.

Pearl: Scott! No! Not again?

Scott: Wait again? Is time... reapeating for you?

Pearl: You too!?!

Scott: Wait, the whole game?

Pearl: We didn't notice?

Scott: Well, fuck me I guess. Grian and Scar will never let me live this down.

Loop #152

Pearl: I always wanted to be in season 7, mate!

Grian: Well here you are! What do you think?

Pearl: It's so...weird? In a good way.

Scar: Want to see what I'm working on?

Pearl: Are you kidding me mate? Of course I want to!

Grian was drinking tea when Pearl became mayor, honestly he didn't mind anymore at least this one made sense.

Loop #155

Spiderman: Poultry man is something wrong man?

Grian: I...it's a...loop thing.

Spiderman: I'm listening.

Grian: I did a ping at the beginning and I'm sure Pearl is here too but I can't find her anywhere? I'm worried she might be in danger.

Spiderman: Oh that's a problem, well sometimes Yggdrasil likes to have fun, is there something from baseline that could tell you where she might be?

Grian: I guess there's the scarlet Pea- oh ...

Pietro: Sister, when will we go not that we are free?

Pearl: Oh, I just know a place.

Loop #157

Grian: If you could choose the next new looper who would you choose? I would choose...Mumbo.

Scar: Oh Mumbo too...or Cub! Cub would be fun.

Grian: The multiverse isn't ready for a looper Cub.

Scott: Jimmy, it would be nice I think. Lizzie and Joel too.

Pearl: I'm going to say Gem or Cleo, there are way too many guys now. No offence.

Scar: Wha- That's not true! We-

Scar was quickly shut up by the wave of an hand and a bit of chaos magic.

Loop #160

Scott: A roleswap variant? I think I'm in Grian's place?

Grian: Uh... alone in Double Life. I think I'm in Pearl's.

Pearl: I got Scar's so I'm guessing Scar got Scott's place.

Grian: Does that mean Scar is alone in Empires right now?

...

Scott: I'll get you into the server before the paperwork kills him again.

Grian: Thank you.

Loop #162

Grian woke up with an headache in a middle of a room... after looking around for a bit he realized he never saw this place before. Cautiously he sent out a ping and-

Scott: Welcome!

Grian: Scott!? Where are you? What is this place?

Scott: I present to you my first looper proof escape room!

Grian: No, it can't be...

Scott: But it is!

Pearl: Mate?

Scott: Yeah?

Pearl: I hate you.

Scott: Fair enough.

Pearl: I will get revenge.

Scott: ... Worth it.

Scar: I did it! So fast too!

Scott: ...

Scar: Scott?

Scott: *sigh* Scar...

Scar: What's wrong?

Scott: That was only the first room.

Scar: Nooooo!

Loop #165

Grian woke up in a room, only one window into the outside. It took him 3 seconds to connect the dot.

Grian: Ok, I'm starting to get tired of the sun stuff now. It's a bit predictable.

Of course he had to loop as Rapunzel... at least the healing incantation might come in handy in future loops.

Loop #168

Scott: I know what you are Scar.

Scar: Eh?!? Where did you-

Scott: I finally understand.

Scar: Uhhh understand what?

Scott: Why you ask Grian to go titan-god mode so often.

Scar: I just...find it cool.

Scott: Quite the opposite, you find it hot don't you?

Scar: What? No-

Scott: I'm onto you.

Loop #169

Grian walked to his base to see all of his chests and shulks floating in midair and moving to organise themselves in rows.

Grian: How are you doing that?

Pearl: Oh, I got a Star Wars Loop. Became a sith. You know the drill.

Scar: WHY DOES EVERYONE GET A STAR WARS LOOP BUT ME!?! WHY!??

Grian: ... You learnt to use the force and you are...organising my storage system??? ...why are you like this?

Loop #172

Scott: Another bad loop?

Grian: Unfortunately.

Scott: Want to talked about it.

Grian: Got looped as Ghostbur and was stuck in Limbo for 20 years.

Scott: ...Yikes.

Loop #175

Pearl had been at this way too long, the urge to just use chaos magic was tempting but it was a question of principle.

Katara: You are pushing way too hard, It's not going to work if you try to order it around... It's a push and pull.

Pearl: Push and pull.

Katara: Look at the ocean and moon, the movement of the tides. Feel the natural push and pool around you and coax the water like the moon does.

Pearl: Like the moon you say? Push....and pull...push and pull.

Katara: See, you are learning quickly, isn't it much better now?

Pearl: It is. Thank you.

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caffedrine · 2 months ago

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Keith Howell Sequel 10 - Fan Translation

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After Keith departed from the castle, heading toward the Amagase family, I met up with Leon and the others.

And—

Swordsman: “Whoa!”

The swordsman, who was engaged in a sparring match with Kagari, suddenly lost his stance and was struck in the stomach with a wooden sword.

The swordsman bent his waist into a figure-eight shape, paused for a moment, then kneeled on the ground and said, “I surrender.”

(It all happened too quickly for me to see…)

(I don’t know much about swordsmanship, but the fighting style of the people of Kouga is different from Rhodolite and Jade.)

(If I had to describe it, it would be graceful. They seem to precisely exploit their opponent’s gaps and deliver effective strikes… That kind of atmosphere.)

On a calm, sunny afternoon—we were watching a sword practice session invited by Kagari.

Even when I saw her practicing in town, I could tell her swordsmanship was far beyond that of an amateur like me.

Licht: “Just now, he briefly withdrew his wooden sword and unsettled his opponent’s stance.”

Emma: “Really? I didn’t notice at all.”

Leon: “Because he moved so minimally. With that little motion, most people wouldn’t even realize what had happened.”

(Everyone must have thought, “I got cut before I realized it…”.)

Kagari: “Next.”

One swordsman stepped forward, holding a wooden sword.

But as soon as he faced Kagari, it was clear he was visibly intimidated.

Kagari: “If you draw your sword, come at me with the intention to kill.”

Swordsman: “Huh...?”

(And before I knew it, Kagari was behind him—)

Kagari: “If this were a battlefield, you’d be headless by now.”

Kagari’s wooden sword stopped just short of the man’s neck, touching his skin.

(That’s incredible…)

And then, one after another, the swordsmen were thrown to the ground.

Looking closely, I saw that Kagari held his wooden sword with one hand, and no one was able to make him use both hands.

(Keith said he learned all kinds of martial arts from Kagari when he was a child.)

(Considering how strong his teaching is, I guess it’s safe even if something happens…)

Licht: “By the way, I heard you’re training with a bow, right?”

Emma: “Huh? Who did you hear that from?”

Licht: “From Keith.”

Leon: “He said you were improving rapidly.”

Licht: “Actually, he was more bragging than praising.”

(Keith... when did he...?)

Which option do you choose?

“I’m still a novice, after all.”

“That’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Keith is kindly teaching me.”

Emma: “Keith is kindly teaching me.”

Emma: “Thanks to that, I’ve been improving so quickly—I'm surprised myself.”

Licht: “I heard bragging about it from my side, too.”

Leon: “Weren’t you the one who brought up the topic on purpose?”

Licht: “No... it was a fifty-fifty chance.”

Leon: “Emma, please brag a bit more for Licht’s sake, who lost the fifty-fifty bet.”

Emma: “Huh, even if you say that...”

Emma: “During practice, he would immediately treat even the slightest injury, and,”

Emma: “When I hit the target, he’d praise me very highly…,”

Emma: “And sometimes he’d place your hand behind my back and teach me how to draw the bowstring, but,”

Emma: “The proximity makes my heart race every time….”

Leon: “See, Licht?”

Licht: “...It was sweeter than Yves’ cakes.”

Leon: “Thanks for the meal from me too.”

Leon: “I’m glad to hear from the you directly that you and Keith are doing well together.”

Leon: “If Keith is teaching you so earnestly, you might even become the representative of the archery tournament someday.”

Emma: “Hehe, I’d be happy if I got that good.”

(That said, even though I practice, when I actually aim at someone, I hesitate.)

(I don’t want to become a burden to Keith, so I’m practicing... but with this, I’m absolutely no good.)

Emma: “...”

The scene of Keith and the others, who protected me during the attack, flashes through my mind.

(...If I let my guard down, I’d start overthinking everything and become anxious alone.)

Leon: “Emma, are you heading somewhere?”

Emma: “Yeah. I’ve almost finished my training, so I thought I’d go pick up some snacks prepared by the servants.”

Leon: “Got it. If anything happens, call out right away.”

Emma: “It’s just to get some food, so I’m fine. But thank you.”

I managed to put on a brave smile and left the practice area—but—

(Ah, I shouldn’t have gone alone...)

The moment I was alone, an intolerable wave of anxiety washed over me, making my breath shallow. My heart began pounding with an unpleasant sound, and I unconsciously leaned against the wall.

(The moment Keith left for the Amagase house, all I could think about was him.)

(I understand that going with him would only be a burden.)

(That’s why, to both Keith and myself, “not going” was probably the best choice.)

(And yet—deep inside my heart, I keep regretting that I didn’t go...)

??? “Nyaa~”

Emma: “Wah!”

When I looked up at the adorable meow, a cat was standing there. Its round eyes shone brightly as it looked at me curiously.

Emma: “Sorry, I was in your way, weren’t I? I’ll open a path now…”

??? “Honestly, I can pass by right beside you.”

(!?)

Startled, I hurriedly turned around at the voice I heard, and there stood Kagari.

Emma: “Prince Kagari, since when...?”

Kagari: “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. You were just not paying attention to your surroundings.”

(I have no excuse...)

My mind was completely preoccupied with Keith, and I didn’t notice even the sound of footsteps approaching.

Emma: “I’m sorry. I thought you were bringing snacks, so I’ll bring them immediately.”

Kagari: “No, I need to talk to you.”

Emma: “Huh?”

Kagari slowly opened his mouth—and then—

Kagari: “—…”

~Elsewhere~

Since they parted, his heart has been anything but calm.

That tension and unease seem to have even reached Liam, who was nearby; his usually gentle face was unusually tense.

That expression wasn’t exactly nervous, but close to threatening.

It’s the face of someone ready to immediately defend their master if something happens.

Shiou: “I’m glad you accepted the invitation, Prince Keith.”

Shiou: “Emma is not with you, huh?”

Keith: “She injured her foot in the recent attack, so she’s resting with a trustworthy friend for now.”

Shiou: “I see... That’s a sensible decision.”

Shiou: “Keith—”

Shiou: “I’m sorry for letting you go with us and putting you in danger.”

Shiou: “It’s absolutely unacceptable for Emma, the future queen, to get hurt.”

The pure gratitude reflected in Shiou’s eyes was clear.

Shiou: “King Iguna is also very concerned about this matter.”

Shiou: “If things continue like this, it could even impact diplomatic relations with Jade.”

Shiou: “Here, we want to prioritize ensuring your safety as soon as possible—”

Shiou: “But first, we need to understand the true background of the attack.”

Shiou: “The identity of the bandits is...”

His words suddenly cut off. A heavy silence filled the room, and a faint shadow flickered across Shiou’s face.

Keith: “Shiou-sama?”

Shiou: “Ah, I’m sorry.”

Shiou: “...Upon confirmation, they turned out to be not from Kouga but from Jade.”

Keith: “The bandits... are from Jade?”

Shiou: “Furthermore, we’ve also verified that they had a connection to being posted in Kuga.”

The unexpected news caused Keith to furrow his brow slightly and place his hand on his chin thoughtfully.

A silence of contemplation fell again, wrapping the room in weight.

Shiou: “...This might be an inappropriate question now, but—”

Shiou: “Has anyone harbored a strong grudge against you?”

Shiou: “For example, to those who are targeting your position or have targeted it…”

Keith: “....”

Shiou: “Sorry, I naturally hear about it. Good information or bad, it all comes in.”

Shiou: “In a country like ours, where coordination is severely lacking, being ignorant of the information both inside and outside the country can be life-threatening.”

Though calm in demeanor, Shiou’s voice carried a sharpness that was evident.

This was not just bluffing—it subtly implied as much.

The first prince of Jade has long been looked down upon as a failure and, due to the populace-first mentality, was not well regarded by some nobles.

He was especially disliked by King Ferdinand and his faction.

After Emma returned to Rhodolite once, Keith investigated Ferdinand’s circle, who had conspired to assassinate the king.

As a result, many nobles who threatened Jade were punished, and the perceived danger was eliminated.

Still, it remains difficult to completely eradicate evil—the malice of people.

Keith: “There is one group that seems to be targeting my position and my life…”

Keith: “But I don’t understand the reason for the assassination plot in Kougyoku, of all places.”

Shiou: “It might have been an attempt to disguise it as a mere accident during diplomatic dealings.”

Shiou: “Kougyoku’s security is far worse than Jade’s.”

Shiou: “Even if people say it was an incident caused by faction disputes and someone lost their life, I can accept that.”

Keith: “....”

Shiou: “Is there something that’s bothering you?”

Keith: “Honestly, the hypothesis that it was disguised as an accident is convincing.”

Keith: “But before I ask, where are the captured bandits now?”

Shiou: “They—”

Shiou: “They committed suicide with the poison they had embedded in their bodies.”

Shiou: “The mastermind seems to be quite cautious. They’re well-trained.”

Shiou: “Kuga, which has allied with Achroite and Tanzanite, is the most cautious of the factions.”

Shiou: “Needless to say, we are too.”

Shiou: “Then why, at a timing when a war could begin at any moment, did they host a goodwill meeting and invite you?”

Shiou: “That also concerns me.”

A profound depths resonate within Shiou’s emerald eyes, almost as if hitting the core of the matter.

The full story of why Kagari invited you to the goodwill meeting — even Keith himself has not yet fully grasped it.

That gap was also a tiny crack that could shake trust in Kagari and the Kuga faction.

Shiou: “…………Huh.”

Shiou: “I wondered if Kagari was involved with people who resent you…”

Shiou: “But that’s impossible. You’ve been childhood friends since long ago.”

Keith: “...Even if we weren’t friends, I can’t imagine Kagari lending his hand.”

Shiou nodded in agreement.

Keith: “If he was involved, which is unlikely, his motive would still be unclear.”

Keith: "Moreover, planning to call someone to Kougyoku and carry out an assassination—"

Keith: "Just inviting someone is clearly enough to arouse suspicion."

Shiou: “Is it someone from the Kuga faction, rather than Kagari?”

Keith: “Even if so, I don’t see the merit in helping them.”

Keith: “Given that it’s bound to become a diplomatic issue between Jade and Kougyoku, what on earth are they trying to accomplish...?”

Suddenly, Keith’s words trailed off as if he remembered something.

The thought that crossed his mind was a rumor that once circulated in the market several years ago—the story of the “Money Tree.”

A few years ago, there was research into medicinal herbs that could become a universal remedy in Jade.

However, it was found that if the cultivation method was wrong, the herb would become an inedible, odorless, poisonous weed.

The king judged it as a powerful weapon and halted the development.

Ferdinand then tried to commercialize the poisonous weed, aiming for profit—

His ambitions grew larger and larger, and he even plotted to assassinate the king to establish it as a national project.

Now, all cultivation sites have been dismantled, and all herbs disposed of. But, it cannot be said that nobles who escaped justice might not still be hiding some seedlings. For various factions aiming to overthrow others, the herb is a valuable weapon. The poison Ferdinand tried to develop has the power to fundamentally change the course of war.

Keith: “.........”

A cold shiver ran through Keith, and he clenched his fists tightly on his knees.

Shiou: “You look pale. Are you okay?”

Though his voice was gentle, Shiou’s expression was somehow cold.

Was he pitying me, or scheming something…?

Keith: “Is that all the information you have about the bandits?”

Shiou: “Yes. Sorry that it’s not more detailed.”

Keith: “No, thank you.”

After lowering his head, Keith immediately got up from his chair.

Keith: “I'm sorry to have taken your time after just hearing your story, but I must take my leave.”

Keith: “Right now, I want to return to Kuga as soon as possible—to Emma.”

Shiou: “Yes, I think that’s best.”

Shiou: “Even if Kagari is your ally, it’s not a decision shared by all factions.”

Upon arriving in Kuga’s territory, Keith headed directly for Emma’s place in the carriage. Even though he was quietly gazing out the window, his tapping fingers betrayed his impatience.

Then, suddenly—

Keith: “That is…”

A cat above a tree branch caught Keith’s eye.

Even from afar, it was clear that the cat was well acquainted with Kagari. The cat leapt down from the tree and, as if telling him “Follow me,” opened its mouth. It then entered the nearby forest, and its small silhouette quickly disappeared from sight.

Keith: “Am I being invited…?”

Keith: “……….”

After a moment of internal conflict, Keith struck the wall and signaled the coachman to stop the carriage.

He got out and dashed into the dense forest ahead.

Keith: “…………”

The rain, like a forceful pounding, soaked through my entire body, chilling me to the bone.

Behind my heavy bangs, my golden eyes calmly gaze at the person who has been casually discarded.

On my ring finger, a familiar-shaped ring is worn.

Kagari: “Keith.”

Silent and appearing out of nowhere, Kagari follows my gaze and quietly speaks.

Kagari: “Have you lost something precious again?”

Kagari: “Or—has it been your first time?”